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As an additional note: Like I told the ever amazing BlueStoneShiningWolf chapters which belong to my Bright are the Stars universe are very much tiny sneak peaks of its future and/or little things that most likely won't make it into the main work/s.

I hope you enjoy.

One part of a whole

Inspired by: Homecoming by Thomas Bergersen

Time Frame: set in my Bright are the Stars universe

"Rose?" His forehead is twisted into a frown, the lines on it deepening the longer he stares at the open wardrobe.

He's sure he has last seen the jumper in there - just the evening before actually. It had been right next to the green one and while he breathes with human lungs and walks on human legs his memory is still quite impressive he likes to think.
Also, this room is not the TARDIS - things don't just disappear only to end up somewhere else, even though sometimes he wishes they would. He has learned the hard way how tedious it can be: having to rely on early 21st century technology, and wouldn't mind a bit of his beloved ship's help. As it is though right now his best bet at finding out where his garment has gone is the young blonde who he hears brushing her hair in the bathroom to his left.

"Yes, Doctor?" Her voice is slightly muffled when she acknowledges him, sounding like she is decidedly distracted – which in fact she is.

It belongs to her morning routine to turn her freshly-out-of-bed look into something decent, partly because she simply feels better that way and partly because she knows he likes it when her hair falls in soft waves instead of forming the unruly mass the pillow graces her with.
Nevertheless she drops the brush when he doesn't reply immediately, deciding to better check on him.
He can be a bit lost when it comes to some things human.

The moment she is about to leave the bathroom though he finally proceeds, calling louder than is necessary. "D'you know where -"

Suddenly he turns, catching a glimpse of her as she approaches and that's when rather abruptly he falls silent.
"Ah," is all he manages to produce while he takes her in, his mouth slightly agape and an expression on his face that she just doesn't quite recognise.

While her brows furrow slightly he considers her with an intensity that makes her feel both nervous and warm at once – pale blue travelling down from her eyes to her jawline until it rests on her chosen clothing.

Oh, he might as well have known.

Enveloping her small frame the jumper is entirely too large for her, reaching to her thighs and hiding her hands so that but her fingertips peek out from underneath the maroon wool. The seams between torso and sleeves adorn her upper arms and she looks so incredibly fragile dressed like this that for several heartbeats he forgets breathing.

"I," his voice breaks, his lips too dry to speak. "I was lookin' for that."

Somehow he is able to convince his muscles to move his head in a vague nod towards the item in question, but he is less effective with those that reign his countenance.

For what seems like eons to him she just holds his gaze, the wheels in her clever brain turning and he knows exactly just when things fall into place for her. Maybe it's the treacherous tug at the corners of her lips, or the way the hazel of her irises starts to glimmer with comprehension.

"You wanted to wear it, yeah," she chirps, shifting her weight so that she rocks forwards on her bare feet while she begins to smile smugly. He is tempted to say 'yes' but already her tongue slips between her teeth and he finds the word desert him.

"Well, tough." Now she is doing it on purpose, shrugging deeper into the material, hugging herself like she is making a point.
Her face is alit with mirth and a challenge that he isn't daft enough to accept. If Rose Tyler sets her mind to something there is just no swaying her. Thus even though he can think of one way or the other to retrieve his possession he lets her have her will.

"You just make sure there's no makeup stains on it," he grunts eventually, trying hard to sound vexed even when he knows he is most likely to fail at it. "I happen to like that one, y'know."

What he doesn't tell her is that together with the blue one it's his favourite in fact – something that might or might not have to do with her having chosen it for him that day her mother has made them go clothes shopping so shortly after his arrival in this world (and sometimes he still wonders why he's ever agreed to that in the first place).

As it seems though he's not the only one with a fondness for the thing.

"Wouldn't dream of ruining it."

When suddenly Rose's voice comes from right beside him he almost jumps, having zoned out just long enough as that he didn't notice her change in position. Her blonde head angled so that she can look at him she winds her arms around his waist, beaming away.

Positioned like this she is positively glowing, hugging him and effortlessly breaking through any and all of his defenses. Even the long suffering sigh he releases is everything but convincing yet somehow he cannot find it in him to truly care.

Close as she is, her scent surrounds him and blends with his own – drenching the red fabric between their skin with the overwhelming mixture until his nostrils flare to send a tingling all along his nerves.

She is practically declaring to belong to him – making it known in a way that every species with the ability to see or smell would understand, and instantly he is humbled.

"You better did." His not even half serious admonition gets swallowed by her giggle and finally he, too, allows himself to grin.

While she stands up on tiptoes to give him a peck on the cheek he resolves to just wear the green jumper today. Nothing wrong with that anyway. Especially not when it means their matching looks will tell the universe what he is still not entirely sure he does deserve it.

Rose Tyler chooses to be one part of a whole, doesn't bother hide it. And watching how she disentangles herself from him to disappear in the bathroom again he thinks how this is more than he could have ever asked for.